Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.